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Suddenly, it clicked.
“You were bothRoses,” I half-muttered, half-chuckled.
Carmen didn’t knowThornswere something to fear just because she’d married one; it was because she’d trained along with them.
Both of them, probably.
They used their dual identities to get me here. It wouldn’t be suspicious for them to go to Tati’s house, wouldn’t raise any alarm. Their activeRosedays were behind them, but of course they remembered how to fashion a simple sedative dart. They were healthy enough that it was probably nothing for the two of them to drag me into a trunk to get here and then use what they knew to get me secured to this damn chair.
A chair that was bolted to the ground.
As if this was already some contingency they had in place, for use against whoever.
They’d pulled together all the last vestiges of their training.
If I wasn’t the one in binds, I’d be impressed.
Hell.
I was still impressed.
“What is he talking about?” Blue asked, frowning between the two women as they glared atme, avoiding answering the question.
“This is not the time,” Randy said. “Right now, we need to figure out what we’re doing withhim.”
“You’re letting me go,” I suggested. “This is pointless. If I was here to hurt you, I would’ve already done it.”
“Bullshit.” Carmen approached me, leaning to get in my face. “Which one of them sent you— your mother or your father?”
“My mother is dead,” I answered. “And I came to Vegas to kill my father. But someone had already done it for me, so… vengeance is my consolation prize. Unshackle me, so I can tend to my business.”
“Nah, hold up,” Blue said, moving to pull Carmen back. “You never said anything to me about your father being in Vegas, none of that. I need you to start talking, bruh.”
“There’s nothing to talk about; it’s got nothing to do with you,” I told him. “None of you ever even have to see my face again, not now that… now that I can be sure Tati is… that she’s safe.”
Fuck.
I could barely even get the words out, because I didn’t want to say them.
But they were necessary.
Not just saying them for the assurance they might give the people in the way of my freedom, but actually following through with the content of them.
All of this shit had been a mistake.
No matter how much it stung to see it that way.
“Who is your father?” Randy asked in a tone that stuck me right in the chest. She’d been hanging back, but she moved forward now, in front of Blue and Carmen. “You said you wanted to kill him. But… Renard is alive.”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes.”
“And so is Etienne.”
“Yes.”
The sudden gloss in her eyes tugged at me. She tried to blink it away as she shook her head, but I’d already seen it. And it told mesomuch.
“The man you came to kill… who was already dead,” she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. “What was his name?”
